"What the hell's that tramp doing here?" Marguerite fumed, making a bee line straight for Danielle who only smirked as Challenger restrained her with a gentle hand but it wasn't needed. Marguerite froze in her tracks in instant she saw the baby and put two and two together. "I ...see." was all she could mutter. She could feel cold dred slowly creep into her body. She remembered not 2 months after the small but perfect wedding ceremony finding her new husband "in love" with another woman. Thirty odd years of insecurity came rushing to the surface.
Finding out later that it was black magic helped matters but ever since, there had always been a nagging doubt in the back of her mind that perhaps Roxton would stray as most English milords did. It was perfectly acceptable...even expected in society for infedelity to plague a marriage. One part of her insisted that he'd honor his vows to the day he died as would she...but another part...
Quickly she shook off the numb feeling and scooped up Will. "I think we've all had enough fun for one day...Challenger, could you help me pack the picnic basket up?"
Veronica just exchanged a look with her husband. No one on God's green earth would have expected a subdued Marguerite--it simply wasn't her style. She knew her friend had to be hurting and if she didn't express that all those walls that had come down and allowed her to love Roxton and her son would slam back up...not that she could blame her.
They all headed back in silence, Danielle following Roxton who still held the baby. She simply glared at his back..thing's wern't going at all as she planned. She saw the futive looks he sent in Marguerite's direction, hoping to catch her eye, saw the wedding bands. This would be harder than she thought. Or perhaps not. One person stood in her way. Marguerite. She'd have to die.
Finding out later that it was black magic helped matters but ever since, there had always been a nagging doubt in the back of her mind that perhaps Roxton would stray as most English milords did. It was perfectly acceptable...even expected in society for infedelity to plague a marriage. One part of her insisted that he'd honor his vows to the day he died as would she...but another part...
Quickly she shook off the numb feeling and scooped up Will. "I think we've all had enough fun for one day...Challenger, could you help me pack the picnic basket up?"
Veronica just exchanged a look with her husband. No one on God's green earth would have expected a subdued Marguerite--it simply wasn't her style. She knew her friend had to be hurting and if she didn't express that all those walls that had come down and allowed her to love Roxton and her son would slam back up...not that she could blame her.
They all headed back in silence, Danielle following Roxton who still held the baby. She simply glared at his back..thing's wern't going at all as she planned. She saw the futive looks he sent in Marguerite's direction, hoping to catch her eye, saw the wedding bands. This would be harder than she thought. Or perhaps not. One person stood in her way. Marguerite. She'd have to die.